Tuesday, January 10, 2017

damn dog

That'll be carved into my tombstone.

I always found it to be a cosmic irony that I was the guy picked for this job if that's even the right word for describing my life's mission. But trust me this was not the path that I chose for myself.

Today is the anniversary of when I lost Malcolm - he was a gift from an ex from some distant land some distant time ago. I didn't know a damn thing about dogs back then other than I didn't want one. I worked 12 hours a day times 7. I was the chairman of this, the director of that... the creator and entrepreneur and my life didn't lend itself to distractions.

And that's what a dog was to me. A distraction.

You see Malcolm & me was no easy thing. He balked when I wanted him to obey and for six long months he and I were at war. I didn't know back then but I believe now he was fighting for my soul.

And isn't that the lesson? No spirit should be secondary. Not to anyone or because of anything.

It's been a decade since lung mets sent him into congestive heart failure and Malcolm died in my arms. It was an inglorious death to a giant and only those who understand, understand.

damn dog. i miss you. damnit.

YBD's Notes: What better way to celebrate Malcolm's life than by damning him. I'm quite certain he would've done the same about me. He was a beautiful boy.